On a quiet Wednesday morning in January 2016, Troy E. Weaver, a 51-year-old Black man from Aberdeen, Mississippi, went about what seemed like an ordinary day in the small apartment he called home on West Commerce Street. He had just spent time with one of his daughters and grandchildren, taking his granddaughter to get breakfast and helping make sure his grandson had a treat and minutes on his phone, promising them he would see them later. That casual goodbye, remembered with painful clarity by
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